Prune Juice

I must have forgotten how to write. 03 July 08 was my last entry and I have hardly written a single word since – not a poem, not a nursery rhyme and not a blog entry. Actually, I have written a poem two weeks ago when I was feeling introspective sitting at a café past midnight. The emotions swelled and I scribbled on an ordering note with broken-tipped pencil. It probably was a masterpiece if I remembered to take the note with me when I left the café. I can only assume that the poem now sits in a state of recycled material disguised as a roll of China-branded toilet paper.

I can go on about why the muse of the pen left me but it is for the same reasons that I have not been writing. It is a new life that I lead where the passion for the arts is reduced to spending silly money on inflated theatre tickets dressed as a nonconformist. Time is spent watching figures on the stock market rise and fall rather than digesting nuances of artistry in places which I have unwittingly neglected. In the midst of it all, I become a rodent in a massive race to stand out from the crowd, only to find myself manifest into the product of a cookie cutter ironically because of my endeavours to be different.

This pretty much sets the tone of where I stand.

I figured that if were to rant about life, I rather not do so in my blog. Privacy has become an issue where anonymity has become as scarce as free parking. Often what is felt reflects a particular moment but when written in words portrays an enduring impression. In other words, I have become cautious about what I write. There appears to be too much to lose thus words have to be written with some care.

The year of 2008 has been trying to say the least. 08’ marks a chapter of a new book that no longer resembles a graphic novel. It is not as melodramatic as a Korean soap opera but not as dull as self-help books. It is a mix between tap-dancing and being clueless about how to tap dance – not really sure what that means but it sounds momentarily clever.

If I were to reflect, my highlight of the year 2008 was prune juice. Yes prune juice. I read about its properties as a natural detoxant but goodness have I underestimated its effects. Powerful stuff. One that gives such an experience that I shall now coin the term a 'Royal Flush' to describe the knees-weakening encounter.

As much as this entry begins with incoherent chain of thoughts, I feel it shall only be appropriate to conclude with no sense at all. Thus I pen off with one food for thought.

Prune juice.